Two hours later, among the more than 30 scholars present, only Zhang Twelve and another son who was also more delicate-looking, second only to Zhang Twelve (Zhang Twelve thought of himself).

The poems of all the people present received the highest comment from Zhang Twelve here is a seven-character quatrain of "stronger than my sister".

Therefore, everyone is a little looking forward to what kind of comments the last son can get from Zhang Twelve, and then what is the level of Zhang Twelve.

They thought, if this thing is not as good as theirs, and then he dared to comment like that before, they will have to spray him to death when the time comes!

The last son is not only good-looking, but also has a much calmer temperament than others, Shi Shiran walked to the table, and when he took the brush from the maid's hand, he didn't forget to smile slightly, and the little maid who smiled straight was heartbroken, and almost softened-

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"Auntie, auntie! Did you see that? This boy is so good-looking when he laughs, and it's not much worse than the bad guy you fancy it! ”

"Not much worse? Isn't that still bad? ”

Chen Qiaoxi teased her niece.

She is Chen's younger sister, but her age is not much different from Lu Fujing, although the two are aunts and nieces, they are like sisters in actual relationships, and they naturally don't shy away too much when they talk.

I didn't pay attention to it before, since my niece mentioned it, her eyes have been hanging on that person, and she really didn't pay attention to other people, and she didn't want to pay attention.

"Oh, I can't talk about you! Look, that kid is about to start writing. I don't know what the bad guy will say this time, hehe, I don't know if he will talk about his sister......"

Chen Qiaoxi couldn't help but laugh when she heard this, and then continued to look at it with a pair of clear eyes.

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This son still has some strength, and it didn't take long to finish writing, then he got up and put away the pen, and after handing the pen to the maid, he arched his hand to Zhang Twelve, which obviously meant that he wanted him to comment on one or two.

I'm very confident, Sao Nian!

Zhang Twelve is not modest, his eyes - eh, look at it, sure enough, it's so wet, it's so wet - eh, no, it's a good poem, a good poem!

What's going on with this broken mouth, I keep saying that children are not suitable for children, and they should be beaten!

I saw that there was also a poem on the rice paper with seven uniques:

It's hard to repeat the vulgar sigh,

Secretly know the Holy Aunt.

Pushing the lady to lie down,

The beauty of the southeast is sown.

Zhang Twelve narrowed his eyes and pinched his chin with his hand, but unfortunately he didn't have a beard, and the effect of pretending to be [forced] was a little worse, but he still pretended to be deep and said: "Good poem!" This poem is simply better than the poem I wrote when I was five years old! ”

What the? It's not my sister this time, but it's down?

Is there any mistake? I don't think this poem is much better than theirs, do you? Why should we only be compared to your sister, but he can be compared to you?

These people are so strange, others compare them to five or six-year-old children, not only do they not feel anything wrong, but they are entangled in why some people can compare with little boys and themselves can only compare with little girls, and the angle of seeing the problem is tricky enough.

To be honest, from the perspective of lyrics and rhyme, the poems made by this son are not the best, so why does Zhang Twelve have the highest evaluation of this poem?

Mainly because this poem is not only a general seven uniques, but also a decreasing hidden poem, each sentence hides a word, the last word hidden in the first sentence, the sixth word hidden in the second sentence, the fifth word hidden in the third sentence and the fourth word hidden in the last sentence, which are connected to "Miss Chen's beauty".

To say that this level of Tibetan head poetry is actually not enough in Zhang Twelve's eyes, because in the 21st century, such Tibetan head poems are rotten on the street, especially for Chinese people like him, he can write a few random poems.

But this does not mean that there is no market for this kind of poetry now, and judging by the reaction of the people, it is estimated that no one has seen this, and it can also be seen that the level of this group of talents is also low.

Thinking about it this way, Zhang Twelve sweated for his little lady's name of "the first talented woman in Liangzhou", if the talents in Liangzhou were all at this level, then Qin Yutong's level of talented women would probably be greatly reduced.

Zhang Twelve also ignored everyone's dissatisfaction, too lazy to explain, he naturally understood, and if he didn't understand, let him not understand, labor and management didn't have the time to play the piano to the cow.

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This poem has been delivered to Chen, and she frowned at first, because she didn't see anything special about this poem, but judging from Zhang Twelve's other comments just now, although it was a little light, it was very accurate.

Since he said that this poem is good, there must be something different, but where?

Ay? Miss Chen's beauty?

Chen's brows stretched suddenly, this poem turned out to be a hidden-head poem, and it really deserved to be the first, and at the same time, he had a better impression of Zhang Twelve.

This person can accurately comment on all poems, and his temperament is calm, and his talent is definitely extraordinary!

Chen is about twenty years older than her sister Chen Qiaoxi, although she is a sister, she is like a mother and daughter, among all the people in this hall, she has a good impression of Zhang Twelve, a young man who is superior in appearance and talent, and she really has the feeling of a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law.

"This Zhang Gongzi is right, the hidden poem of the son just now is really good, and the concubine is also here to thank the son on behalf of the sister." As he spoke, Chen stood up and owed to the boy.

When everyone heard this, they hurriedly went to see the poem again, and it was indeed a Tibetan poem, why didn't they see it?

Being able to write a hidden poem in such a short period of time, it seems that the boy is not a low learner, and Zhang Twelve, who is optimistic about this poem at a glance, has reached a new height in the hearts of everyone.

Therefore, everyone was a little impatient, eager to see what good poems Zhang Twelve could write.

Zhang Twelve didn't talk nonsense, more than two hours had passed, he was hungry, and he had long wanted to make a quick decision.

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"Auntie, look, that bad guy is about to start writing, and I don't know if he can write good poems! If I can't make it, my aunt will be disappointed, giggle......"

"Stinky girl, what are you doing in a daze, who said I was going to be disappointed? I think you've forgotten how you begged for mercy, right? ”

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With Zhang Twelve's writing, everyone had already gathered around, and the table was surrounded by water, and a few exclamations came from time to time.

"Wow, that's a great handwriting! I'm afraid I can't write this kind of character without decades of effort, but this son is not very old? ”

"Isn't it, I don't think this word is inferior to those people......"

"Hey, this poem is a little strange, but it seems to be ......"

"Good poetry...... What a poem! ”

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